They always find you all the time...
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I befriended my confusion quite some time ago
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She tells me everything is gonna be alright (it's alright)
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my senses make it real to me in all types of ways
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but I'm so angry at my jealousy
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that I hold it inside my heart like it's alright
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Catapult my visions into realism's bosoms
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Dreams prefer caesarian with plastic spoons and knives
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that's what you get when your brain masturbates
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there's no pleasure
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so when I evacuate my intimate states
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while screaming "Oh how sweet it is to be loved by you"
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the dirty rats you shoot me in the ass
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so I don't know what happens when I free my mind
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Oh, the cuts that you create let me be the martyr
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If I started to love you now, there'd be no end to you
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Oh, pick up my embrace. It lives without a reason.
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Cause if I killed you now there'd be no end to you.
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Cure my house of cards she sends me tears from outerspace
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I'm wondering can I not enjoy the pains I find (it's alright)
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Mirrors give me confidence in needing myself
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but I'm so terrified of being me I get so right
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I'm tryin' real hard not to be exactly the way I am
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the next time I come here all I'm bringing to this atmosphere
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is the will not to do it again
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understand, I got neon King Kong standin' on my back
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can't stop to turn around broke my sacroiliac
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tryin' to keep sealed where this brother's really at
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to tell the new millenium "yo, what da dilly black"
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You look cute in your stars and stripes she said are you coming out
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tonight
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That's why whom ever loves me will have to be my killer
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Cause here I'm just a slave tryin to be the nigga
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Oh, the cuts that you create let me be the martyr
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If I started to love you now, there'd be no end to you
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Oh, pick up my embrace. It lives without a reason.
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Cause if I killed you now there'd be no end to you.
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Yang: As Private I's
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| PM Dawn |
